“It is up to you, Mr. Potter,” responded Burke genially. “If you think you would enjoy it, why, I would. Your taste is good enough recommendation for me.”
“Then let us go,” said the old gentleman, putting his hand into his pocket.
“No; this is my treat,” interposed Burke, grasping the tickets. “Here you are, lad, and keep the change.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Jack. And with difficulty restraining a shout, he dashed back toward Alex, waving his hat above his head as a token of victory.
The scene of the Girls’ Club entertainment, the church school-room, was filled to the doors when the program began that evening.
“I’m beginning to be anxious about Mr. Burke and the old man, though,” observed Jack, who with Alex had been standing near the entrance, and remarking on the good attendance. A moment after the door again opened, and Jack started forward with an expression of relief. They had come.
“Good evening, Mr. Potter, Mr. Burke,” he said. “Shall I find you a seat?”
“Yes, and a good one, now,” requested the real estate man.
“I saved two, well to the front,” responded Jack. “This way, please.”
“Now, Alex,” he said, returning, “it’s up to us.”